And why does waking up to use the bathroom always feel like a life threatening emergency? No warning. No “on the way.” You either move immediately… or you’re going swimming. The bladder has zero chill.

Running the A.C. on Christmas Eve feels spiritually incorrect. December is supposed to feel like something…and this ain’t it. Maybe my friend was right… no snow, no real Christmas. Because this? This feels like a regular day in a holiday costume. 🎄

So yeah, if you’re standing here like “is this satire or real life?”—same. Sometimes the most honest response to an unserious environment is simply: what the hell is happening?

I realized it’s not just confusion—it’s grief. Grief for coherence. For the idea that leadership meant gravity, responsibility, and shared reality.

We’re watching the line between governance and performance completely dissolve. Shock value over substance. Spectacle over seriousness. And somehow we’re all expected to just… adjust.

When politics starts sounding like reality TV and TMZ feels like a credible source, your brain is gonna short-circuit. That confusion? That’s not ignorance. That’s sanity reacting to absurdity.

I think what’s messing with me most right now is that America doesn’t feel like a real place anymore. It feels like we slipped into a fantasy novel and nobody told us the rules were optional.

Crazy how “I like you” can mean “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

I could survive loving you. Liking you is what made you necessary.

Falling in love is easy. Finding someone you genuinely like being with? That’s the real plot twist.

Missing you in the small moments is how I knew. Not love. Like.

Love is loud. Like is quiet and steady. Guess which one changed everything.

Liking someone means you want them in your ordinary moments. That’s deeper than love ever tried to be.

I like you. Your presence. Your laughter. The comfort. That’s the part that got me in trouble.

You can love someone and not like them. But when you actually like someone? Yeah… that’ll rearrange your whole day-to-day.

Love can be theoretical. Like shows up in real life. That’s why this feels different.

My problem isn’t that I love you. My problem is that I like you. And liking someone is way more dangerous than loving them.

Don’t treat me like everybody else around me, because everybody else…ain’t AROUND me. You get me? You got me. #NotesFromAQuietStorm

Watching this show on Peacock, #AllHerFault, and…the lies these people are constantly telling. I’m not even sure if I’m concerned with the missing baby at this point.

The game you’re choosing to play, I’ve already mastered. Proceed accordingly. #NotesFromAQuietStorm

Some storms whisper instead of roar. Those are the ones that last. #NotesFromAQuietStorm

observing, not explaining.